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Issue #78 January 2025 History from the Underground: Dostoevsky on Freedom and Necessity by Tyson Retz epochemagazine.org/78/history-f...

when i use the🧍‍♂️emoji this is what i mean

Gordon Mortensen, American (1938- ), Near Carmel, reduction woodcut print

It's crazy that animals just live outside

Issue 78 is now out! Dive in for writing on Benjamin, Bruegel, Dostoevsky and Descartes~ #Philosophy epochemagazine.org/issues/78/

Cling wrap, I love your sticky game, but jfc we’re not even 10% through the assignment yet.

There’s a hole in the ladder, a fence we can climb. Mad as a hatter, you’re thin as a dime. Go out to the meadow, fields are green. Sing me a rainbow, steal me a dream. Etc…

Issue #77 December 2024 Art: Three Degrees of Psychoanalytic Involvement by Ermanno Bencivenga & Nuccia Bencivenga epochemagazine.org/77/art-three...

I always understood in the sense of being freshly deloused. Like, the delousing happened earlier, so you’re ready to rock, and then go to the comatorium.

the thing about the meaning of the birthright citizenship clause in the constitution is that just because you can *imagine* a world where there *might have been* a debate over its scope doesn't mean there was *actually* a debate over its scope

Images that go hard. I love everything about this. The way the captor has been de-mosaiced into nothingness, the kinetic energy in the depiction of the cat. Just 10/10.

Oh that’s right. With tech going so bullshit, I’d forgotten that pariah of old, the butt of our ire for so many decades. They’ve been getting a free pass of late.

clean girl this, brown mascara that. sorry gen z but I want to look like I murdered my first husband for the money and am about to ruin the pool boy's life. it's called glamour, darling

the real beauty of thrifting is all the free ghosts

BOURDAIN: so ive had joints of mutton everywhere. exeter, wroexeter, berwick. Ive never seen a joint of mutton prepared like this MEDIEVAL SPIT-BOY: we roaste thee meat under a pafte which keeps the juices, and renders the meat moft tendere BOURDAIN: *chuckling* wow

Matthew 27:46

Living in a 15 minute city is great; I walk a mile in any direction and find myself back at my apartment, with only minor changes. Sure, the noises from the dog park get deeper. After the tenth iteration or so I can't read the signs anymore. But the stranger in my apartment welcomes me every time.

Imagine if diamonds really were your best friend, how sad. Imagine if it really was raining men, how terrible. I think songs are just awful

I wonder if being on the computer is actually one of the most environmentally friendly ways to spend your free time and people just think it isn't because it has grimy vibes, kind of like how people think it's greener to live in the countryside than a city even though this is entirely false

Reaching levels of ideology hitherto undreamt of

Me trying to fall asleep: “take me please hypnagogic vision! Don’t leave me behind!”

I don't know how many of y'all are watching the migration of American TikTokers to RedNote, but it's the most fascinating thing I've EVER SEEN HAPPEN ONLINE. 🧵

idk i’m having a hard time worrying about china getting our data when someone stole everyone’s social security numbers like 6 months ago and literally nothing happened

Issue #77 December 2024 "Defeating White Supremacy By Living A New World Into Being" by Ron Richardson epochemagazine.org/77/defeating...

Issue #77 December 2024 Freedom, God, and Ground: An Introduction to Schelling’s 1809 Freedom Essay by Christopher Satoor epochemagazine.org/77/freedom-g...

Every time I hear the Night Rider theme, I think of them, in the studio, in the ‘80’s, doing coke and saying “this should be a little faster” seven or eight times.

I want less Silicon Valley companies and more companies like Tabasco where everything is just put into big oak barrels and once in awhile an aging Cajun man walks in and goes “how them babies doin”

statistically a tornado has probably sucked up a ghost